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Oasis	By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 40533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Gods above, if I don’t take her now, I will die of want.

I could stand no more. The Waterbender had aroused me to maximum erection, and her cool tongue sliding around my mouth had nearly sent me over the edge.

I would never have thought her so forward, but she was full of surprises.

I snapped my eyes open. With a burst of fire, the icy restraints exploded off, showering us both in shards and droplets. She cried out and leapt from her half prone position over me, but I was ready, faster. She stumbled backwards and scooted back on her hands and I tackled her, throwing her hard into the ground. I grabbed her flailing wrists and pressed them into the soft grass over her head. My throbbing hard-on pressed into her inner thigh.

“Looks like you’ve learned more than a few new tricks,” I breathed hotly in her ear, and she whimpered as I gently nibbled and sucked at the soft flesh of her delicate neck.

Her whole body stiffened at my attentions, in shock, or surprise, or anger, I don’t know. I didn’t care. She smelled delicately of the sea and some waterborne flowers and I drank in her essence as she struggled beneath me.

“No, Zuko, stop…” she pleaded, but I sensed she could not deny the waves of pleasure coursing through her. I knew what she was really saying: don’t stop, come to me quickly before my brother and the Avatar return from wherever they are…

I growled and felt her back arch when I repositioned my groin to press against hers. Her pinched knees gave and her legs parted, letting me rest the full weight of my engorged manhood against her.

She moaned softly as I gently began to grind into her.

* * *

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is so very, very wrong…

But it felt so good.

“Zuko…” I whispered his name, begging. But whether I was begging him to stop or urging him to go on, I couldn’t say.

He held both my hands down and reached around my side, untying my robe and drawing it off beneath him. The threadbare blue dress fell open on one side, exposing my breast bindings. He pushed the other side of the robe off and fell to kissing my naked collarbone, his nose touching the jewel of my mother’s pendant.

“Stop…” I breathed, trying to buck him off, but the thrusting of my hips only egged him on.

“Sweet, innocent Katara,” he chuckled, his gorgeous gold eyes full of lust. “Who’d have thought it was in you?”

“Please Zuko, stop,” I said quietly, frantically searching my brain for a selfish reason why this… pleasure… should stop. “If my brother finds you…”

The look on his face went from hungry to incredulous. He laughed, and I felt my nether regions flood with heat at his quirky smile. I never thought he’d look quite like that.

“Don’t worry about anything, my little water peasant,” he murmured. “Let’s just enjoy this moment we have…”

His bare chest pressed against me, cool skin meeting hot flesh, and I felt a jolt of pleasure as his wandering hand cupped my breast. He began to pull at the elaborately wound strip of fabric, but couldn’t get it either up or down over my chest with only one hand. The other still held my wrists down.

He growled again, either in frustration or lust, or both, and his fingernails dug painfully into my skin.

“Ahh! Zuko, STOP!” I cried out, and with all my strength, heaved him straight off me with the force of my hips. He tumbled off to one side, his breathing ragged, crouched like a tiger ready to spring at me again. I sat up, gazing into his face. His auric eyes bore into me, devouring my half-naked form, and I felt the place between my legs throb for him as I realized I was staring back at him with the same hunger.

“Just… give me a minute…” I said lowly. My mind was racing. How could I let him do this? There must be a way to escape him, escape this whorl of passion I had myself created out of my own stupid curiosity with his body. I was being drawn dangerously in, deeper and deeper into the madness that would surely meet me if we coupled.

And oh, did I want to couple with him.

* * *

I could see the hesitation in her eyes. Of course she was panicking. I was going to take her, brand her, forever stake my claim to her virginity. A girl so virtuous must surely still have her maidenhead. I couldn’t imagine the little Avatar, who obviously had some affection for the girl, trying anything so bold. No, it would be me. I would be the one to conquer her, I would tear cries of ecstasy from her delicate mouth, I would make her scream my name as I thrust her over the boundary between pain and pleasure. Me.

The fear and trepidation flickering over her face only increased my desire for her. She was being hunted, a doe in the forest, her virginity my prey. My heart rate sped up as I readied for the kill. She would fall to me.

I darted up behind her and she flinched as I drew the robe off her bare shoulders and painted her with sweet kisses and hot breath. I could feel her skin crawl with goose bumps as I traced the dry tip of my tongue up the back of her neck, secretly undoing the ties that kept her necklace on. I drew it off and put it aside, distracting her as I reached around and massaged her left breast. Her nipple hardened beneath her breast bindings as I pinched it and softly drew on her teat between my thumb and forefinger. With the other hand, I worked at her hair ties, loosening the ribbon that kept her infuriatingly perfect braid bound and pulling out the pins that held her mass of wavy chestnut hair out. She did nothing to stop me, and I knew she was within my thrall.

I could see in my peripheral vision the faraway gaze clouding her eyes, the slight part of her lips as she responded to my hot, probing stroke. Never had I thought she would be so docile. This was far too easy, and nearly disappointing. The girl had the fighting spirit of someone from the Fire Nation, but right now, she was melting into me. Not that I minded. I’d need my strength for later.

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My breast bindings came loose and I instinctively cupped my hands over my freed tits, clutching the fabric around me, terrified of what might lie beneath the bunches of rough cloth. Why was I letting Prince Zuko, of all people, do this? A few minutes ago, he was ready to take Aang away from the world, and he wasn’t going to let me stop him. Now he was kissing me, touching me, treating me like a woman, and I was enjoying every second of it.

Still, I clung to my girlish clothes, the thin veils of fabric the only boundary between me and womanhood.

“Now, now,” Zuko chided huskily, reaching around me and drawing my hands away from my front with little resistance. “I worked hard to earn that prize.”

The ribbons of cloth fell away, and my small, pert breasts were open to the world. I closed my eyes in shame, in pleasure.

“Mmm…” I’d never realized what a soft voice he had. Whenever we encountered him, he always seemed to be shouting or making threats. But now, with him breathing in my ear, his purr sounded like a sheath of velvet being drawn over a bolt of silk.

I remembered being tied to a tree and surrounded by those menacing pirates. I recalled with a shiver how the prince had dangled my mother’s necklace in front of me, and the way he had whispered seductively in my ear. In hindsight, I think that was the moment I realized Zuko was… fascinating. I wondered now if I had ever thought of him as more than just fascinating. A dozen descriptors came to mind. Driven. Passionate. Focused. Hardened. Suave. Sensual. Sexy.

The prince pressed his bare torso against my soft back and began to softly squeeze at my two handfuls of flesh. His hands were strong and calloused, but warm and tender. He placed butterfly kisses along my jaw, whispering shockingly arousing things against my skin, his spicy breath pouring down my neck. I never thought a few words could excite me the way his were.

“Gorgeous…” he murmured. “You are so beautiful… my delicious little water peasant…”

His fingers worked over my cinnamon-coloured nipples and pinched them lightly. I cried out.

* * *

My lust was fired at her wanton cry. I pulled her down and pressed her back into the soft grass, quickly straddling her. Her face was full of alarm once more, but she didn’t struggle as I pulled at her leggings, drawing them down over her angular hips. Her expression twisted about. I couldn’t tell if she was going to laugh or cry. But it didn’t matter to me. My throbbing cock was demanding attention and seeing Katara spread out before me did nothing to abate its pleas.

“Zuko…” she sobbed. I looked into those burning blue eyes and felt her anguish. She was fighting herself, fighting so hard to maintain control, to salvage her virtue. She writhed, as though in pain, and I felt a stab of guilt pierce my softening heart.

I lifted some of my weight off her and let go of her restrained wrists, reaching out and stroking her hair ever so gently.

“Katara…” I heard myself whisper and crawled on my hands to hover over her chest.

Our gazes met, ice blue striking blazing gold. Her face was set in a look of sheer puzzlement, her brow furrowed in consternation, eyes darting in calculation. Fighting, fighting, always fighting…

I ran my lip along her jaw near her ear. “Sweet, beautiful Katara…” I whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

And suddenly, she pushed my shoulders up. Her face no longer looked pained and clouded. It was as though the sun had come out, the blizzard of conflict gone. Her eyes cleared and she smiled up at me. Smirked.

“Kiss me,” she whispered fervently.

And I happily obliged.
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